On Friday, November 22, 1963, when I was nine years old, my family was in the final days of a week in Washington DC between my father’s US Information Agency posts in Rome and Bogotá. My father completed his morning briefings on the Kennedy administration’s Alliance for Progress, the president’s key economic development initiative for…
Folks, after a loooong delay—a year of recovery from my 3-month 2019 hospitalization in Amsterdam, two years of pandemic isolation, and a year of planning—my husband and I recently celebrated a return to traveling with a two-week trip to Northern Europe. I shared pictures from our reunion with the people who saved my life when…
Omg you ran 5k next to the hospital where you learned how to walk again, what a special moment that must have been! Gemma, my Amsterdam physiotherapist, July 2023 https://videopress.com/v/7nRrgJBn?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&posterUrl=https%3A%2F%2Fraisedintheforeignservice.blog%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2023%2F05%2F8235c702-5f00-437a-948c-00f4406f833c_mov_avc_240p.original.jpg&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Four years ago, when six weeks in an Amsterdam ICU had fully depleted my fitness-instructor muscles, I would have been thrilled simply to be able…
On Sunday, my Apple Watch buzzed me with the unhappy news that it had detected an irregular heart rhythm. If you have not been diagnosed with atrial fibrillation, see your doctor. Apple Watch I had been sitting completely still, legs elevated, and had no palpitations or any other symptoms to indicate my heart was in…
Three classes of WECOACH Workouts a week for the month of May pushed me across the rehabilitation finish line.
Is the bottom line leading Weight Watchers away from its founding principle of group support?
A kid in the pool reminded me that every day since May 2019 is a trophy. Here’s why.
This time of year, many of us are looking for ways to “make the right thing easy and the wrong thing hard.” Here’s what helping me get back on track.
We’re actually three. Me, to our waitress on Thanksgiving Oh, let me get you another set of silverware. Our waitress I pointed down to where our six-year-old rescue black Lab lay quietly at my husband’s feet on the outdoor deck, his Thanksgiving napkin bandana bunched into a make-shift pillow. Yes, we took our dog out…
This amazing group of neighbors keeps me showing up in the pool. They are kind, supportive, and funny. You’d never know we were exercising!
